Black and White Chapter 7: Sakura's True Colors, a naruto fanfic

Black and White

Sakura's True Colors

Disclaimer: I Own Nothing

A/N: I'm back! With a real chapter. Okay so sorry for the Psychobilly Freakout about discontinuing. It was all fake.

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An hour after the whole 'how was your day' thing I was sitting on my bed and Gaara was reading. I think the book was glued to his hands. Feeling spontanious I jumped up and ran over to him.

Grabbing his book I spun around and held it open in one hand, striking a dramatic pose. "I guess you can put it down." I said in a mock surprised voice. Turning to him I smiled and sat down in front of him. "So," I said in an exagerated voice, "Is the book good?" He only glared. I could tell I was pushing it but I honestly didn't care. I reached out and poked him in the chest and said, "Well?"

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward him. "Never touch me again." He breathed into my ear. I pressed against his torso and asked in a seductive whisper, "Why not?" He pushed me away and I stood up.

I jumped up onto the big table that held the telephone. I held the book open to the page where he was last reading and skimmed over it. Grinning I cliked my tongue at him and said, "Reading about murderers?" Then, laughing, I spun in slow circles. Gaara stood up and started to walk towards me.

I jumpped off the table and landed right in front of him. Backing up I sang

Swing Low, Sweet Chariot
Swing low, sweet chariot
Comin' for to carry me home;
Swing low, sweet chariot
Comin' for to carry me home.

Giggling I asked, "So, Gaara. What's going on in your head? What are your deepest thoughts? What are your dark secrets, hidden in the back of your mind, locked in a steel cage, hidden from the world?" Then in a completely serious voice I asked, "What are your memories?" I had crossed the line. His hands balled into fists and he walked toward me. He grabben my shoulders and slammed my back against the wall.

My eyes went wide with excitement, for I loved a good fight and that pain that came with it, and he said in a raspy voice, "Don't you dare talk about things you know nothing about."

I smiled a maniac grin and pushed him hard into the table. Then I threw his book and hit him. He lunged at me and hit me hard in the side of the face making me snap my head to the side but not hard enough to bruise. His nostrils were flared in anger when I turned my head back to him.

"If I were you I wouldn't try that again." I said in a low and dangerous tone. He lifted his hand as though to stike me again and I grabbed it and bent his fingers back as far as they could go.

His other hand shot out and grasped my neck, choking me. I guess he expected me to let go but I only pushed harder. He let go of my throaght and I pushed him down to his knees. "Don't do it again." I repeated and let go. He stood and grabbed his hurt hand.

He looked at me with a mix of surprise, anger, and admiration. "You're the first person to ever stand up to me and actually do something." He said in a surprised tone. Smiling I said, "Well, aren't I special."

Narrowing his eyes he bent down and picked up his book. "Yeah, I guess you are." He said and walked out of the room.

I let out a breath of relief. I was glad he didn't stay. Why did I always have to do that? Go and push things and ruin everything. I really was sorry for doing that to him. Blinking slowly I went and curled up under the covers on his bed.

I snuggled down into his blankets and dozed off.

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I woke slowly. I stayed curled up and opened my eyes. Everything was a blur for a few moments until my vision came back. What I saw startled me. Gaara was sitting on the bed next to me. And he was just staring at me.

I blinked multiple times to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. When he was still there I said in a sleep fogged voice, "I'm sorry for what I did earlier. I didn't mean to upset you so much."

He looked at me with calm eyes and said, "It's okay." I smiled and let out a yawn. "What time is it?" I asked him. "Eight o'clock" Sighing I sat up. "I better go take a shower."

I got up, grabbed my toiletries and went to the wash room.

This time there were people in there. A bunch of girls were there, just standing. They crowded around a girl with a blond pony tail and blue eyes. "And then, he sat in front of me!" she squealed in an excited voice. She started to laugh but stopped when she saw me. "Who are you?"

"Sakura Haruno" I said. Snorting she said back, "Well, it's good you're the new girl. Now I don't have any new competition for Sasuke." and with that they all left. I laughed at her sad attempt to insult me and got in the shower. When I was done I got dressed and went to my room.

I sat on my bed and started to brush my overly long hair. When I finnished that I looked at Gaara and asked him, "Hey Gaara do you know where I can get a hair cut?" He looked at me with mischief and asked me, "How short do you want it?" Thinking quickly I replied, "A little passed my shoulders." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife.

"I'll cut it for you." Before I could protest he grabbed my hair and pulled t straitght out, making every strand taught. Quickly he swiped the blade from under it and cut off a foot and a half of hair. He handed me my detatched hair and let go of my shortened hair.

"Is it staight?" I asked panicked. "I have to go look at it." I said and started to look for a mirror. I found one under my bed and brough it in front of my face.

To my surprise it was straight. And I looked better. I walked over and threw my severed hair in the trash can. "Thank you Gaara." I chirped in a sweet voice. "Hn."

I wanted to hug him but I remembered that he didn't like to be toutched.

Gaara walked out of the room and I went to my bed. Sitting crossed legged I picked up my guitar and started to play.

who do you carry the torch for my young man?
do you believe in anything?
do you carry it around just to burn things down?

meet me tonight on the turnpike, my darling
'cause we believe in everything,
if we sweat all these debts then we're sure to drown
so we'll strap ourselves up to this engine now,
with a God that we found laying under the backseat.

what did you learn tonight?
shouting so loud you barely see,
you're this broken thing,
you're a voice that never sings, that's what i say.
you were freezing over hell,
you were bringing on the end; you do so well...
you can only blame yourself, that's what i say...

all that you've taught is to ignore the things I was showing
and sweep me under the rug,
you're beating with a book everyone that book tells you to love,
there is an ember in the heart of the kiln and its burning hot with love,
burning out the centre 'til there's nothing but dust,
rolling me with care into your cigarette,
'cause the God i believe in never worked on a campaign trail.

who do you carry that torch for my young man?
do you believe in anything?
do you carry it around just to burn things to the ground?

what did you learn tonight?
shouting so loud you barely see,
(feels like we could escape, I don't mind throwing away the filthy silver song.)
you're this broken thing,
you're a voice that never sings, that's what i say.
(if you try running the maze of your lies it's too hard to save, if you've thrown out everyone.)
you were freezing over hell,
you were bringing on the end; you do so well...
you can only blame yourself, that's what i say...

Looking up I saw Gaara in the doorway staring at me. When he saw me look back at him he blinked and looked away. I winked at him and put my guitar up. "Did you like it?" I asked casually. "Hn." I laughed and layed down. Watching him walk across the room I blushed. He was wearing a pair of baggy black pants and no shirt. He looked good, I had to admit.

He turned out the lights and got into bed. "Good night Gaara." I said. "Hn." I laughed and curled up, and let the realm of sleep slowly take over.

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Okay so I thought this chapter was sorta weird. And short. I hope you liked it though. Again I'm sorry for the joke. I personally found it funny though. Sorry again. r&r for me if you're not too mad.